Around Easter we tend to think about new beginnings. For believers this involves the resurrection of Jesus, for others bunnies, chicks and eggs symbolize Spring, revitalization, and a new growing season. For me, Easter of 2015 holds a special meaning.
For an indeterminate number of years now I have been dealing with emphysema – a result of having spent 30 years as a furniture maker, breathing wood dust and lacquer fumes. Five or six years ago I attributed the shortness of breath and fatigue to advancing age. The summer of 2012 brought occasional chest pains. By November 2012 the pain was so constant and pervasive I was fearing congestive heart failure. In December I finally admitted that it wasn’t getting any better, went to see a doctor and was diagnosed with emphysema. Since then I’ve been on inhaled steroids to slow down the degradation, but it’s been just a matter of time as I feel my strength and stamina slipping away and the pain increasing. Medical science says emphysema cannot be cured, just slowed down. I had resigned myself to this. Continue reading “Resurrection from Emphysema”


Last Sunday morning I awoke early. No, that’s not accurate; I was wrenched from slumber, early in the morning by a pair of conditions. The second most attention getting condition was a burning sensation in my left shoulder. Much later I would figure out that this was the spot where the shoulder strap of our brush cutter had pressed for several hours the day before. As is often the case, it didn’t bother me at all the day of, but the day after is another story. So I got up and took a BC Powder to deal with that.
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